The Day After St. Patrick’s Day

Although St. Patrick’s Day is one of my favorite holidays, I was too distracted to get more “into”celebrating the holiday yesterday.  My husband left around 08h00 to drive over an hour away to pick up our new, larger dining room table, and was gone for over 5 hours (because he went grocery shopping after getting the table), and I spent that time dealing with the kids and trying to clean up the dining room.

After breakfast, I started to tackle the mess in the dining room (removing the clutter, wiping off the table) and moving chairs back against the wall to make room for the new table.  My work in the dining room took over 2 hours, because I needed to stop every so often to care for the baby or to help one of the other kids, plus I needed to pump every hour or 2.  I was so focused on these tasks that I didn’t even have lunch.

I had just finished moving things out of the way so that we could move the new table from the van and up the steps at our side door into the dining room when my husband returned.  My husband and the two oldest boys dismantled the old table and moved it out of the way, then got the new table inside.  I helped them put the legs on the new table.  After they had put the table in place, I covered it with a table cloth, and then I put my St. Patrick’s Day flag display–the flag of Ireland and 2 other Ireland-inspired flags–in the center of the table.  That was the extent of my decorating for the holiday, as well as my outward acknowledgment of the holiday.  I didn’t even wear green (on one of the few days of the year that I voluntarily wear that color, to celebrate my (part) Irish heritage) because my one green shirt that would have fit over my postpartum belly was not warm enough, and most of the day yesterday I was COLD.  My favorite color to wear is orange, but since that’s not the color to wear on March 17,  I ended up wearing a heavy (pink) sweatshirt over a lighter weight (also pink) sweatshirt, and at one point also wore my lightweight jacket, even though the indoor temperature was 68 degrees F, and the rest of the family was comfortable.  Maybe feeling cold was because of postpartum hormonal changes.

Even though I wasn’t wearing green, I did put the baby in a holiday outfit:  a cute, white romper with shamrocks throughout the fabric, and a big felt shamrock over the diaper area at the back of the outfit, and “Lucky Charm” at the left breast.  Unfortunately, she messed through the outfit before I could get a photo of her in it, so then I put her in the back-up outfit, a yellow romper with green, yellow, and brown four-leaf clovers dotting the fabric.  I put a “Baby’s 1st St. Patrick’s Day” bib on her then, too.

I also forgot about leprechauns playing tricks and leaving small treats for children…. Oops!  My older daughter was quite upset that the leprechauns had not come yesterday morning; she was expecting the toilets to have green water, and chocolate from leprechauns, and she didn’t buy my suggestion that the little men didn’t come because they couldn’t get through the snow that covers the ground in our area, and they’re not used to snow, which is rare in Ireland.  The leprechauns did pay a visit overnight last night, though, and left a few treats (courtesy of my younger sister, who, after dinner, brought cards and brownies for my husband and me and the older kids, and a couple of cute St. Patrick’s Day onesies for the baby).

None of the kids nor I care much for corned beef and cabbage, so we didn’t have it.  Instead, dinner was salmon, brown and wild rice, and hors d’oeuvres of cucumber slices topped with a cream cheese dip and shrimp.  Although the preschooler didn’t want the shrimp or the dip, he asked for some cucumber, and ended up eating almost an entire cucumber by himself.  My husband and I joked, as we have done before, about telling the kids to stop eating their veggies and start eating their meat.  (More about that in another post.)  We all liked using the bigger table.  We didn’t feel so cramped.  With the 2 leaves, we should have enough space at the table for the extra 10 family members who usually come for holiday meals (especially Thanksgiving and Christmas) and birthday dinners.

Speaking of birthdays, I can’t believe that a month from today, my oldest will become a teenager.  Last year I had thought that I would make a t-shirt quilt for him for his 13th birthday, using some of his baby clothes and special shirts from his school years so far, but since I didn’t even start it, and I’ve barely had time to do anything personal–for example, I’ve been working on this blog post on and off for most of the day; every time I start to type, someone interrupts me!–since the baby was born, I know that it’s not realistic to finish that in a month.  Plus, I don’t think that he’ll appreciate it as much now as he might if I make it for his high school graduation, so I’m going to postpone that project.  Instead, maybe I’ll try to work more on his scrapbook, which I haven’t touched in about 8 years.

Right now I need to feed the baby, so I’ll post this finally and try to write more soon.

 

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Test of Faith

“This test of your faith will last
As long as it takes to pass.”

Since baby is still in utero, it seems to me now that God is testing not only my patience but also my faith.  That quote above, from the song “No Doubt” by Petra, my favorite Christian music group of all time, has rattled around in my head throughout the day, as if that’s the message that God is sending to me now, even as I’ve prayed to know more.

I spent the day doing what for me are typical stay-at-home mom chores and childcare, then helping with schoolwork.  I got a bit of a nap, then helped my husband with dinner preparations.  We had delicious chicken parmesan and linguine for his birthday dinner.  I do feel badly that I wasn’t able to prepare the whole dinner for him– a few weeks ago I had thought that I would be up to it, that I would have a newborn by now–but he didn’t seem to mind cooking on his birthday, although he was very tired. (Both of us were awake around 4 A.M. this morning, and had trouble getting back to sleep until close to 6, I think, and then we didn’t get up until 8:30.)

Now I’m going to spend the rest of my husband’s birthday with him. 🙂